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A few days later, Notting City, the hospital.

Because the cost of using Bamen Dunjia was too high, Yang Ming was lying on the hospital bed with white bandages all over his body. It looked like a mummy. It was difficult to turn over on the bed. Even raising arms was difficult. Every joint in the body There was a lot of pain in each part.

Xiao Wu sat on the edge of the bed, her head hanging down, a knife lightly peeling the apple peel in her hand, and scraping it in a circle along the side of the apple, a whole series of peels were cut Underneath, revealing the juicy pulp underneath.

Xiao Wu carefully cut the apple into small pieces, about the size of the thumb, twisting the index finger and thumb together, and looked at Yang Ming with a smile.

"Yang Ming, obedient, open your mouth, Ah~~"

Yang Ming's face turned black. Was it really when I was a three-year-old?

Reluctantly, he is now suffering from body pain, so he rolled his eyes to protest, saying:

"I don't like eating fruits."

"I don't care, the doctor said, eating more fruits will help the body recover." Xiao Wu brandished a cute pink fist and said, "Even if you don't like eating fruits, you must eat an apple every day."

Hearing the words, Yang Ming sighed angrily and opened his mouth like a fate.

Xiao Wu smiled in the corner of her eyes and stolen music in her heart. For the first time, she saw Yang Ming showing such a childish side, and Ping Bai narrowed the distance between the two sides.

The white jade-like fingers twisted the apple into Yang Ming's mouth and inevitably touched his tongue. Although Yang Ming didn't mean anything else, the touch at that moment stimulated the little dance like electric current.

At the time, a touch of Yanhong rose from Xiaowu's neck and climbed all the way to the entire face.

Yang Ming blinked and said something very straightforward:

"Xiaowu, are you cold? Your face is so red. Drink more hot water if you have a cold."

The energetic atmosphere that just rose up disappeared instantly, and the little dance retracted his fingers like an electric shock, angrily shouting:

"Who, who has a cold, I don't have a cold, don't talk nonsense!"

After feeding the rest of the apples, Xiaowu sat down sideways, and said nothing.

Yang Ming had little contact with women before, and she didn't understand why Xiaowu had just talked and laughed with herself. Now she suddenly had a face on her face, as if she owed her hundreds of gold soul coins.

Unable to understand, Yang Ming had to say in his heart:

Woman's heart, seabed needle, thin needle!

Yang Ming is usually not a talkative person, and now with a severe pain all over his body, he is even more reluctant to talk.

The ward fell into an awkward silence all at once.

Xiao Wu has been using the afterglow of his eyes to check Yang Ming's reaction. After seeing him look as usual, he even closed his eyes, and he couldn't help it.

"Really a wooden man!"

Xiao Wu didn't know why she was angry because Yang Ming didn't chat with her? Or is it that you don’t understand the girlish style?

Maybe both.

Xiao Wu folded her arms together, laid it on the bedside table, her chin was resting on her arms, her big bright eyes fixedly stared at Yang Ming's sharp face, thinking back to her mind, Yang Ming was rescued from the enemy When I said that, I was as sweet as a candied date.

However, when she saw the strands of silver hair in Yang Ming's short black hair, Xiao Wu felt inexplicably hurt.

She vaguely guessed that in order to defeat the enemy, Yang Ming must have used a mysterious technique with particularly huge side effects before it would become like this.

"Yang Ming, tell you something."

Yang Ming's eyelids twitched slightly, slowly opening his eyes, and a lovely face caught his eyes.

"what's up?"

"After me..." Xiaowu's daughter showed tenderness on her face and squeezed: "Can I call you brother?"

Yang Ming has no doubt about him, it doesn't matter:

"I always think of you as my sister, of course there is no problem."

Just as the two were talking, a knock on the door came from the ward.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Three polite ringing.

Afterwards, the door of the ward opened, and Dr. Xiao pushed the door in. Behind him was Matthew Nuo Soul Master in the Wuhun Temple.

Both of them can be said to be Yang Ming’s old acquaintances, not to mention Dr. Xiao, the founder and doctor of this hospital, who often meets in the past few days.

Matthew Nuo carried a flower basket and placed it on the bedside table. He found a chair and sat down, with a sad expression on his face:

"Yang Ming, I heard about your affairs, and I also ask you to be sad."

"The destruction of the Holy Soul Village has been highly valued by Notting City and the Wuhun Temple. We will definitely trace it to the end, and we will never let go of any traces. We must severely punish the murderer!"

These words, during his stay in the hospital these days, some officials from Notting City have spoken a few times before. They are nothing more than official words, used to appease people's hearts.

Yang Ming had long heard that his ears were about to start to cocoon. Originally, he thought that Matthew Nuo, like the officials of Notting City, had finished his show and patted his **** and left.

Unexpectedly, after Matthew Nuo's long discussion, the topic changed, saying:

"Our Wuhun Temple has always followed the principle of cherishing talents. Bishop Beska was very sympathetic to Yang Ming's experience and decided to make a one-on-one relationship with you and your only relative, Jack Elder, the original village of the Holy Soul Village. support."

Seeing Yang Ming showing a suspicious look, Matthew Nuo looked right, Yi Zhengzheng said:

"Yang Ming, I know what happened before. You misunderstood the Wuhun Palace, but please be sure that our Wuhun Palace can stand on this continent for so many years, relying on Zhengda’s bright style of conduct, and The principle of fair and just handling."

"In order to express the sincerity of our Wuhun Temple, Bishop Besca ordered that our Wuhun Temple will come forward to give you and the old Jack free treatment, provide free housing, and fund all your miscellaneous expenses at the Junior Soul Master Academy. To ensure that you can successfully complete your studies~www.ltnovel.com~ In addition, old Jack can come to our Wuhun Temple for work in the future, no need to do hard work, just clean the sanitation."

In big cities, one inch of land and one inch of gold. Although Notting City is just a small city, there is no such exaggeration, but buying a house is not a simple matter for the Yang Mings who do not have an economic source.

Not to mention, Wu Hun Dian also arranged work for Old Jack, and things were done without leaks, making people feel very comfortable.

It can be said that Wuhundian is here to send warmth.

Even if Yang Ming had doubts about Wuhundian's intentions, he didn't mean to refuse such a big gift.

Hospitalization, meals, housing, which one does not cost money?

"Grandpa Matthew, really thank you very much."

Master Matthew Nuo deeply looked at Yang Ming deeply, and said something meaningfully:

"If you really want to thank, thank us Wuhun Temple."

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